[Warning, host detected to be in extreme danger, the Heavenly Dao System is about to unbind—unbind progress 1%...0%...unable to unbind...]
[Celestial Dao Points +300000.]
[Warning, please host escape quickly!!]
[Celestial Dao Points +600000.]
[Warning! System is activating self-destruct program...]
[Celestial Dao Points +9000000000.]
[Self-destruct program activation failed.]
[Warn...]
"Stop warning! Shut up for me!"
Xu Chang'an could feel a blood-red "Danger" character looming over his head even in his dreams.
He woke up in the spiritual world and said through clenched teeth, "You're the most useless system I've ever seen!"
Rarely back home to be with his wife, just wanting a good night's sleep but still being disturbed.
Everyone else who transmigrated has systems that defy logic, but the system he got after coming over, other than shouting warnings every day, is pure trash.
Xu Chang'an had been transmigrated for seven or eight years, and it wasn't until last year that the system awakened, telling him that as long as he was in danger, he could continuously gain Celestial Dao Points, and then use them to become stronger.
He thought he could finally make a name for himself in the Immortal Sect, take his wife to live a good life, and give her a grand wedding.
But what happened? In the Sect, during fights, he could gain one or two Celestial Dao Points.
But every time he went home to rest, the Celestial Dao Points would short-circuit, with dozens of zeros added overnight.
The Points couldn't be used up, but... the store was empty!
He had countless Celestial Dao Points, yet hadn't spent a single coin.
"..."
As the system prompt ended, Xu Chang'an took a deep breath and gradually calmed down.
Xu Chang'an felt that the system was not giving points when he was in danger, but instead... when he was happy, and the happier he was, the more points he got.
Otherwise, why every time he went home to see his wife at night, this broken system would keep making noise.
Xu Chang'an had immense trust in his wife, who had saved his life many times, knowing she had many secrets but never thinking she could be dangerous to him.
A clueless system and a life partner, anyone with sense would know who to trust.
Life is not easy, Xu Chang'an sighed lightly.
"If only... this system could be uninstalled," a shadow passed in Xu Chang'an's eyes.
In a world where one can cultivate, yet he had an inexplicable "system" in his mind?
It's truly better not to have one, that would be much more reassuring.
However, even though the system is trash, he keeps working hard. Having originally been an Outer Disciple, he's now the Internal Affairs Steward of the Chaoyun Sect's Outer Sect, with the next step becoming an Inner Sect Disciple.
So this trip down the mountain, he took on a demon eradication task from a fellow sect member for a Source Opening Pill.
'I wonder if that Tiger Demon is easy to deal with, considering it's worth a Source Opening Pill...'
After being disturbed by the system, he couldn't sleep and gently opened his eyes after a short meditation.
"..."
The morning sunlight streamed through the window lattice, and Xu Chang'an lay on a soft bed, the subtle fragrance like osmanthus or orchid in the air.
It was then that a soft whisper by his ear sent a chill down his spine.
"You're on my hair."
Beside him, a woman who looked in her twenties with her long hair loose was propping herself up to look at him. But her brows were slightly furrowed, seeming to be in pain.
Xu Chang'an met her gaze, then blinked.
The coldness in the woman's eyes sent a chill down Xu Chang'an's spine. He instinctively lifted his arm, allowing the other to pull the dark hair from under him, then continued to look at him.
"Morning..."
After getting up, Xu Chang'an put on his clothes and casually asked the composed girl looking back at him, "Hungry?"
"A little," the woman nodded.
Over the years, Xu Chang'an had gotten used to his wife's indifference, smiling as he got up, "I'll go prepare something then."
After leaving the room and freshening up, he looked at the mirror to see a youthful face no more than sixteen, taking a deep breath.
It's truly strange.
In this life, he actually had a wife too—though they're not formally married yet.
Xu Chang'an thought, given they'd been relying on each other for so long, they didn't need a ceremony... Of course, mostly because his current situation didn't allow preparing a grand wedding.
Xu Chang'an sighed as he went into the courtyard, skillfully lighting a fire, fetching water, washing vegetables to prepare a simple breakfast for his wife.
He walked into the kitchen, picked up a kitchen knife, and quickly chopped the ingredients, his movements fluid and familiar, household chores already second nature to him.
...
Outside the door, Yun Qian put on plain clothes, stepped in her red embroidered shoes to the kitchen door, watching as the first light of the morning streamed through the windows onto the boy diligently preparing breakfast, she stopped, staring blankly.
With some time needed for the water to boil, Xu Chang'an wiped the bowls and chopsticks and turned to see his wife standing at the door looking at him. The plain clothes couldn't hide her curvaceous figure.
Xu Chang'an glanced a few more times, adjusted his apron, and inquisitively asked, "Miss, what are you looking at?"
"Once you leave the island, you won't be my steward anymore," Yun Qian spoke, her arms crossed.
Her voice was steady, not girlishly tender, but rather reassuring.
"Haven't I always called you that?" Xu Chang'an blinked, wondering why she was acting differently today.
Should I... call her wife, instead?
Suddenly feeling a little guilty, he said, "Could you stand somewhere else? There's a lot of grease here."
Yun Qian glanced at the kitchen knife, then at her white, slender hands, snorted softly, and turned to leave.
Xu Chang'an didn't think too much of it; he never quite understood his wife's thoughts.
...
At the dining table, two simple bowls of steaming noodles were served; they were ordinary, topped only with meat slices, greens, and white lotus root.
Xu Chang'an thought noodles were good because they could fill the stomach, most importantly, she liked eating the noodles he made.
Beside Xu Chang'an, the woman had already groomed herself, her long black hair tied in a low ponytail. She picked up her chopsticks, using one hand to brush the hair that fell beside her ear back behind it.
This feminine gesture made Xu Chang'an blush slightly and he ate in silence.
Yun Qian lowered her head and took a sip of the soup, her chilly expression softened slightly. She looked up at the boy across from her who wasn't very refined and said, "Eat slowly."
"Got it," Xu Chang'an lightly coughed, sat up straight, and hesitated to speak.
"Do you have something to tell me?" Yun Qian put down her chopsticks and looked at Xu Chang'an.
Xu Chang'an stiffened, gave a sheepish grin, took a sip of his tea, "Nothing escapes your eyes, Miss... when did you find out?"
"You were distracted last night," Yun Qian looked into Xu Chang'an's eyes, "Is there a woman outside?"
"Pfft." Xu Chang'an spat out his tea, hurriedly saying, "I'm totally devoted to you, Miss. If I had a second thought, may the Celestial Being..."
"Perhaps," Yun Qian interrupted him, calmly asking, "What's the matter?"
"This." Xu Chang'an stood up and took a stack of silver notes from his pocket, handing them to the woman who was both his mistress and wife, "This silver... should be enough for you to use in the city for three months."
After speaking, Xu Chang'an took a deep breath, somewhat apprehensively watching the woman in front of him.
"Understood, this time for three months." Yun Qian accepted the silver notes, then continued quietly eating her noodles.
Though his wife appeared calm, Xu Chang'an didn't feel relieved. He knew he shouldn't act this way… after all, since becoming a married couple, how can a husband frequently leave home for months on end, even just coming back for one night before having to leave again?
The north wind blows, autumn breeze cools. Whose wife guards an empty room?
Just his own wife.